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Su Yixing really didn’t speak to Huo Qingyi for three whole days, and when he spoke to Huo Qingyi again, it was: "From now on, listen to what I say clearly."
"Huh?" Huo Qingyi didn’t react for a mont.
"What I originally said was ’I don’t want to see you now,’ but you made it so that I didn’t see you even at night, and I had to go to your room to find you." Su Yixing said, sounding haughty.
Huo Qingyi understood and imdiately admitted fault: "Young Master, I was wrong."
"There’s also the matter of you always treating my words as if they’re wind in your ears."
Huo Qingyi imdiately retorted: "I didn’t!" She clearly followed every word he said. In her view, she really listened to her master.
"Oh really?" Su Yixing snorted. "Then who was it three days ago that wanted to kneel to ? I had clearly told her long ago not to kneel. And who is it now that, in private, doesn’t call husband but calls Young Master instead? Hmm?"
Huo Qingyi was left speechless. It was indeed...
"Got nothing to say, huh?" Su Yixing snorted again, "From now on, will you still treat my words as wind in your ears?"
Huo Qingyi shook her head vigorously.
Su Yixing suddenly sighed: "If you continue to treat my words as wind in your ears, what am I going to do with you..."
Huo Qingyi quickly stated decisively: "I won’t complain even if you want to kill or punish ."
Su Yixing: "..." You’re stabbing right in the heart!
Seeing Su Yixing just giving her a sidelong glance, remaining silent for a long while, Huo Qingyi couldn’t help but feel anxious again, cautiously testing with a call: "Husband?"
Only then did Su Yixing calmly speak: "I won’t kill you, nor will I punish you, but I will have you lying in bed unable to get up for many days."
Understanding Su Yixing’s implicit aning, Huo Qingyi’s face instantly turned red.
Su Yixing enjoyed seeing Huo Qingyi blushing, her blush more vivid than when she wore a red dress back in Nan Chi.
Just as Su Yixing was leaning in towards Huo Qingyi, intending to kiss her, a guard hurriedly reported: "Second Prince, the Fourth Prince has coughed up blood, the Third Prince asks you to go at once!"
"What?!" Su Yixing was startled and quickly ran towards the courtyard where An Yiyun lived.
At this mont, An Yiyun was lying unconscious on the bed, while An Yiqing, An Yiqi, An Yilin, and An Yizhi were pacing back and forth in deep worry by his bedside.
The room also contained Gong Le and Wang Haomiao.
Wang Haomiao was the eldest son of Li Wuyu and Wang Youbao, and in three more months, he would be twenty years old. Because An Yiyun was his uncle master, though Wang Haomiao was just over three years younger than An Yiyun, he always followed An Yiyun, the Pri Minister, to learn.
An Yiyun’s talent and capability were beyond his reach.
Wang Haomiao was particularly well-behaved as a child and was personally taught by his grandfather, Pri Minister Li. Now, Wang Haomiao was even more well-mannered than his father Wang Youbao was back then, exuding a gentlemanly deanor far surpassing that of Wang Youbao’s past persona, and with a handso appearance, he gave off an impression of both gentility and charm.
Today, Wang Haomiao, as usual, followed An Yiyun to learn, but suddenly, while handling political affairs, An Yiyun coughed up blood, prompting Wang Haomiao to urgently send him back to the Royal Palace.
Seeing Su Yixing rush in, Wang Haomiao quickly paid his respects: "Star Uncle Master."
But Su Yixing had no ti to speak to Wang Haomiao as he dashed to the bedside to check on the unconscious An Yiyun to see what was wrong with him.
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